You busy yourself over the stove, grilling some bread and frying half a dozen eggs in a large pan. The bigger of the men had mentioned that the little one was a Lord, but you didn't know if you believed it. You never usually had people pretending to be Lords and Ladies in your inn, and it was not exactly the most refined establishment. Surely a Lord would have a better place to go drinking? You wonder to yourself.
Plating the eggs and toast, you pour three mugs of weak ale and head into the main room. "Might not be fit for a Lord, but it'll do to soak up some o' that drink ya had last night." You say, placing the food down on the table and pulling a plate over to yourself.
"Cheers love." The sellsword thanks, raising his mug in appreciation.
"Yes, thank you My Lady." The little lord echoes
Tucking in, you watch as the men messily devour the eggs and toast, the bigger man foregoing the utensils and eating directly with his hands. The smaller man had surprisingly good table manners, if a little messy due to the alcohol that was still in his system.
Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to speak. "So...Who are ya? If ya don't mind me askin'? Is just last night ya said 'es a Lord. This aint the kinda place Lords tend to favour, yanno?"
"Bronn?! How could you have failed to introduce me to our most gracious host?!" The smaller man slaps his friend, Bronn on the arm.
"Oi, I'm not ya fockin squire. Introduce yourself." Bronn grunts, continuing to eat.
"My name is Lord Tyrion Lannister, this is my sword Bronn." Tyrion says, his voice markedly less hazy and slow. Evidently the food was working as intended.
"Well, m'lord, I'm y/n. This is my inn, The Drunken Boar." You reply, smiling. He certainly was dressed as a Lord, and you did hear tales of the whore loving Lannister Imp in the past. Besides which, the gold he gave you last night proved he was either a noble, or a damn good thief.
"It's a lovely place you have here, My Lady."
"Thank ya, but I aint no lady. Call me y/n."
"Then you must call me Tyrion, y/n." He replies, giving you a warm smile.
"So Tyrion, what brings ya to this part o' Kings Landin'?" You feel nosy but you can't fathom why the brother of the queen would wish to come to your humble little tavern.
"Well, y/n-" Tyrion begins, taking a sip of ale before continuing, "-I'm not the most popular of men at home. I prefer to spend my time away from the prying eyes of the Red Keep, away from my sister and father, away from the pressure." A stab of sympathy shoots through you as you see the sadness in the little lion's eyes. While money and status has its benefits, it probably doesn't offer much in the way of privacy you thought.
"Well, as long as ya stay this charmin' ya can come back any time." You wink.
"I might have to hold you to that, y/n." Tyrion smirks back.
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